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Hiding Poem
Hiding
You think you know
The real me
But who I really am
Is a different somebody
I hide behind myself
Hoping no one can see
The true me,
But I don't even know the real me
What makes you think
That you will know who I am
Even before I?
One day,
I will come out
And you will see,
I'm a different person
Who was in hiding
Just wishing to find myself
Wishing to become my own person
And for everyone to let go
Of their perception of me
I'm not that girl
That does everything right
But I'm not that girl
That does everything wrong
I'm that girl that knows
A little about certain things
But needs to learn about everything
And until then,
I'll be hiding behind myself
Wishing I just knew the real me.
I wrote this when I was really tired...sorry if it's not too great...
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Papeles son papeles
Cartas son cartas
Y las palabras de hombres
Siempre son FALSAS!!!!
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